~SCARLETT.
It has been a week since Liam pulled me out of the pool and carried me to his suite. Seven days of feeling like a shell of myself. Seven days that should've been enough to patch me back together—or at least stop the cracks from spreading. But if anything, they had grown deeper.
I felt numb. Empty. Like I was watching my own life from the outside. I ate only because Liam forced me to.
I barely spoke. Most days, I just lay on the bed he had insisted I take while he slept on the couch, staring at the ceiling until my eyes burned. The faint swirls in the plaster had become my only distraction—my constant in a world that was falling apart.
Liam, somehow, hadn't lost his patience. Yet. But it was only a matter of time. People always leave at the end of the day.
This morning was n
